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  “From what?”

  “Boys.”

  I latched onto her wrist, guiding her hand to me. “Well then, there’s no problem.”

  She resisted, but only a little. “There’s not?”

  “Nope.”

  Her eyes went to mine. “I made a promise to myself. Three months, no boys.”

  “I’m not a boy.” I loosened my grip on her wrist, and her hand kept drifting toward my cock on its own. “I’m all man, sweetheart.”

  She blinked slowly, as if giving up the battle with herself. “Dammit.” Her fingers closed around my shaft, and I had to bite down on a hiss of pleasure. “Dammit, Duke.”

  “I think what you meant to say was ‘oh my god, Duke,’” I said.

  She ignored my comment, her teeth sinking into that plump lower lip of hers. “So gorgeous,” she breathed, but it was to herself, not really meant for me to hear.

  I heard though, and my ego swelled a bit. Not that I wasn’t pretty well self-assured of the size and generally pleasing aesthetics of my dick, but still, hearing a woman say that, in that tone of voice…it does wonders for any man.

  But what her hand was doing…oh my fuck. I can last a hell of a long time, but the way she touched me—goddamn. I was going to blow in a matter of seconds if she kept that up.

  Slow, gentle strokes, twisting on the way down, thumb rubbing over the tip when she reached the head. One stroke, two, three. That twist on the way down, the sweet, almost loving way her thumb caressed the very tip? I was clenching my jaw and tightening my ass cheeks within thirty seconds.

  Normally I could last most of twenty minutes and be ready again in less than ten, but this girl, she was gonna get me to come like a damn schoolboy getting his first handy.

  “Jesus, Temple,” I growled, “you got me fuckin’—”

  “Shut the hell up,” she snapped. “Just…shut up.”

  I quirked an eyebrow at her, and she met my eyes with an embarrassed blush.

  “Oh yeah?” I asked. “Just shut up, huh?”

  She stopped with her fist at the root of my cock, her eyes on mine. “Yeah, just shut up.” She gave me a hard enough squeeze that I winced. “Your mouth just ruins the moment.”

  “Funny, since I think your mouth would only improve the moment.”

  She stared at me in disbelief. “You asshole.”

  I shrugged. “What? You think I haven’t pictured your mouth around my cock? What’s wrong with that?”

  “I’m not like that.”

  “Like what?”

  “I don’t do that. Blow jobs, I mean.”

  “Your hand on my cock says otherwise.”

  “Do I like to touch cocks? Yes. Do I like to fuck? Also yes.” She resumed her slow strokes. “Do I suck cock? No.”

  “You don’t? Ever?”

  She shook her head. “Nope. Never.”

  “You’ve never sucked a cock before? Never?”

  “I said I don’t, not that I haven’t.”

  “So that’s a rule? You don’t suck dick?”

  Temple nodded. “That’s one of my rules, yes.”

  I focused on the conversation rather than the way her hand felt on my cock, or the way her small pale fingers looked wrapped around me. “One of your rules, implying there’s more than one?”

  “I have…rules, yes.”

  “Rules,” I repeated. “What kind of rules?”

  “There’s an non-disclosure agreement listing it all. No pictures, no contacting me when we’re done, no talking about what we did, no telling your buddies, no selling stories.”

  Wow. She had rules? For sex?

  “And no oral? That’s on there?”

  She shook her head. “That’s not one of the written rules, no. It’s just…something I don’t do.”

  “Why not?”

  “Men are assholes. They’re all jerks and douchebags and walking dickbags. But I get horny as hell, so I need sex. But sex for me is…straightforward.” She watched her hand moving on my cock, still going torturously, teasingly slow. “No playing around, no bullshit. Just fuck me and go away.”

  “You didn’t answer my question, but whatever,” I said. “You really just...fuck and then you’re done? That sounds boring.”

  She jerked her eyes up to mine. “Boring?”

  I nodded. “Boring as hell, princess.” I took a moment to pull myself back from the edge, which was getting more difficult with every second. Her hand was so soft, her touch gentle, and I couldn’t help watching her hand slide up and down my shaft, traveling all those inches in infuriatingly slow increments. “So when you have sex, you just…fuck? You just go right to riding the dick?”

  “For the most part, yes.”

  We both watch her stroke my cock. “Babe, you’re missing out on the best part of sex.”

  “I like it simple.”

  “Because you’ve never been shown how good complicated can be, Princess.”

  “And that includes me sucking your cock?”

  “It could.” I was having to focus on holding back now, which was making it hard for me to talk. “It could include a lot of things. Me eating your pussy. You like to have your pussy licked, Fancy?”

  She let out a breath. “Yeah.”

  “How about we make a deal.”

  “A deal?”

  I grabbed her wrist. “Yeah. If I can make you come three times in less than twenty minutes, then you go down on me.”

  “And if you can’t?”

  “I’ll do anything and everything you ask. Including nothing at all, if that’s how you want it.”

  “What if I want to tie you up and put my finger in your asshole?” She searched my eyes as she said this.

  I grinned at her. “Sweetness, when I say anything, I do mean anything. The only hard limits for me are full-on pegging and sick shit like golden showers or whatever. Anything else you can think of, I’ll let you do.” I released her wrist, and she resumed stroking; I don’t think she could help it. “But that’s only if I can’t make you come three times in twenty minutes or less.”

  I was pretty damn sure I had this one in the bag. Get to watch her come, get to taste her sweet little pussy, and I get to have her mouth on my cock. Win-win for me, and I didn’t think she’d mind the three orgasms.

  The smirk on her face made me pause, though. “What’s that look for?”

  “Oh, just that I’ve never had a multiple orgasm in my life. Not on my own, nor has anyone ever given me one.”

  She had me on the edge; acting normal was impossible now. I was throbbing, aching. My cock was about to burst, my balls were tight and hard and full, and her hand was the most incredible thing I’d ever felt in my life. Just that one hand. I watched her fingers gripping me, watched them slide down my shaft, watched her thumb caress over my tip, across that little slit, and then her fist plunged down again. I don’t think she was trying to get me off, she just liked my cock. Fine by me, but things were reaching the point of no return.

  “Goddamn, Temple.”

  Her lips curved; she was pleased with herself. “What?”

  “Don’t play coy,” I said, my voice low and brusque now as I struggled to stop myself from coming. “You know what you’re doing to me.”

  “Obviously.”

  “Then you have to know how close I am.”

  She slowed her stroking. “How about I change the deal?”

  I growled, tensing and holding back. “To what?”

  “If I go down on you now, then you make me come. If you can make me come more than once, you decide what we do next. If you can’t give me a multiple O, then I decide.”

  “I thought you didn’t give blow jobs.”

  “I don’t,” she said, sinking to her knees. “But I also don’t have sex with guys without that NDA, so this whole thing is happening outside my rules.”

  “Fuck the rules.”

  “The rules protect me,” she whispered.

  “From what?”

  “Asshole guys
.”

  “Well, honey,” I said, “I might be an asshole, but I can make you a couple promises.”

  She kept her hand on my cock, stroking slowly, then stopped at the top, thumb caressing the tip, and Jesus goddam, that was almost my undoing, that little circle of the pad of her thumb across the top of my cock. But now she was on her knees, staring up at me, her eyes wide, a little nervous, and a lot horny.

  “What promises?”

  “I will keep you safe or die trying, number one. And number two, you have nothing to worry about from me, in terms of the reasons you have those rules. You don’t need an NDA for me to keep everything we might do private.”

  Her eyes on mine were open and a more vulnerable than I’d have expected. “You swear? No stories? No photos?”

  “I swear on my Glock,” I said, putting my right hand on the pistol in question, in the shoulder holster strapped to my chest.

  She gave me a baffled and irritated look. “You’re swearing on your gun?”

  I grinned. “Hey baby, I’m a soldier. I take my guns very, very seriously.”

  She shook her head. “Men are so weird.”

  “Do we have a deal?” I asked.

  She plunged her fist down my length, my cock sprouting out of the top of her fist. She lowered her mouth toward my cock, and then hesitated. “I’m an idiot. You’re so going to screw me over.”

  I palmed her cheek, turned her face up to mine. “Temple, honey, I’ll fuck you like you’ve never been fucked in your life. I’ll fuck you backward and forward and upside down, and I’ll make you come so hard you’ll see Jesus. But one thing I won’t do is fuck you over.” I stared down into her eyes, letting her see the honesty in mine. “Because babe, I always keep my promises. Always.”

  4: BREAKING THE RULES

  What the hell was I thinking?

  I’m an idiot. A moron. A dumbass. Weak and stupid and ruled by lust. You think it’s only guys that think with their dicks? Ha, no. I’m proof positive that chicks are just as susceptible to thinking with their pussies. I mean, look at me. On my knees in front of a man I literally just met a few hours ago. I watched him kill three men with a weight bar. I watched him hijack a car. He has an apartment dedicated to a backup weapons stash.

  But holy shit, the man is gorgeous.

  And his cock…it is, without question, the single most beautiful male organ I’ve ever seen, and I think I’ve established at this point that I’m somewhat of an expert, given my one-night-stand-only rule.

  It’s not the biggest cock I’ve ever seen either—it’s not about the size. I mean, yeah, the dude is legit hung. But it’s just…beautiful. Thick, straight, well-shaped, with just enough well-trimmed reddish pubic hair to emphasize his manliness; call me weird, but I don’t like men who shave their balls bare. It’s just…weird. I’m not waxed down under, either, because I equally think a totally bald pussy is just…ick. A cute, sexy little landing strip…yeah, that’s all you really need.

  Duke’s dick is just pretty.

  I want it. I like touching it. I like the way it feels in my hand, and I’m seriously eager to feel him inside me. I’d bet the title to my Bentley that fucking Duke Silver will be the best sex of my life…and, in fact, I kind of am betting on that, really. Betting more than a stupid car. I’m betting my self, my pride, and my still-recovering image.

  Shit, if I had a heart to lose, I’d be betting my heart. But my capacity to fall in love got stomped on and screwed over one too many times, and is now dead. So no worries there. But still, I’m gambling on the sex being that good.

  I slid my fist down his big, beautiful cock as he uttered that sentence: “Temple, honey, I’ll fuck you like you’ve never been fucked in your life. I’ll fuck you backward and forward and upside down, and I’ll make you come so hard you’ll see Jesus. But one thing I won’t do is fuck you over.” My hand froze, and his palm touched my cheek and I was stuck staring up at him, seeing honesty in his eyes that I wasn’t expecting from him, which freaked me out. “Because babe, I always keep my promises. Always.”

  And that was it. Done. It was over. How was I supposed to resist a line like that?

  So I did something I hadn’t done since Trent: I put my mouth on Duke’s cock.

  Those photos Trent took? Yeah, most of them were taken while I was going down on him. The tabloids loved it. Actual photos of Temple Kennedy sucking a dick? Headline gold. And that, dear friends, was the last time I sucked a dick. Got burned, know what I mean? Like when you drink too much vodka and you can’t ever drink vodka again? Kinda like that. Those photos killed me. They pushed the ratings of our show through the roof, and got me offers from all sorts of magazines to do photo spreads, and at least a dozen contracts to do porn. And it was those porn offers that really pushed me over the edge. Porn? Really? Is that how people see me? It hurt. It still hurts. And stupidly, irrationally, I associated it with the one time I went down on a guy. I mean, I actually liked Trent. He was cute, sexy, nice, fun, smart, and successful. He didn’t need my money, or so I thought, because he was pretty well off on his own, and not from an inheritance either. I trusted him. I let him play me. And the very moment I tried to do something hot for him, he photographed it and sold the pics to the tabloids.

  Five grand. That’s how much I was worth to him. Shit, I’d have given him that much in cash from what I carried in my damn purse. But no. He had to sell pics of me blowing him.

  I gave him a hell of a BJ, too.

  So why, oh why, oh why was I doing this with Duke?

  I didn’t have any good answers for that. Because I wanted to? I liked his cock so much I felt like it deserved to be kissed and licked and sucked? Because he saved my life? Because he seemed to have every intention of risking his life to keep me safe? Because he was fucking gorgeous, and I wanted him to like me? Those two shouldn’t be connected, actually. He was fucking gorgeous…stop; I wanted him to like me…stop; I didn’t want him to like me because he was gorgeous…right?

  Right?

  He was a badass, and a lot smarter than I’d originally given him credit for. Actually, I didn’t really know whether he was actually intelligent, but he was defying my original stereotype of being nothing more than a rough, gun-toting, F-bomb-dropping commando. I mean, he was that, but I got the impression he was also a lot more.

  And I wanted him to like me.

  The question was why? I didn’t have an answer for that.

  What I did have answer for was the question: am I going to blow him? And the answer was yes.

  I watched him from the corner of my eye as I wrapped my lips around his dick. He was breathing slowly and deeply, fists clenched at his sides, brows furrowed, eyes on me. Watching, but holding back; this wasn’t going to last long, then. Good, because I was out of practice, and his cock was so big I wasn’t sure how much of him I could take, or for how long.

  He groaned out loud as my lips touched his shaft, and his hands clenched and unclenched. “Ohhhh…shit.”

  I slid my mouth down his shaft, taking him a little deeper, and then I backed away. Okay, so “a little” may have been an overstatement. Like, maybe two inches of him went into my mouth, but in my own defense, I didn’t do this very often, and I was nervous. I mean, I’ve given like, a grand total of maybe four BJs in my life, and the first three were to my one and only serious boyfriend, who is even more responsible for my emotional frigidity than anything else in my life. But I’m not going there. Not going there. Not thinking about Lane. Nope, nope, nope.

  I focused on Duke. He was here, he was real, and if I got through this BJ I had an orgasm coming my way. At least one. I mean, judging by how hot he got me just from a single touch, I kind of believed him when he said he’d make me come so hard I’d see Jesus.

  So I focused on Duke.

  Focused on his pretty cock. I licked around the head, and he groaned again, and then the groan turned into a hissing inhalation as I worked my mouth down the shaft an inch, two, three, and that was as much as I coul
d take without gagging. I stole a glance up at him, and his eyes were closed, his mouth open, a blissful expression on his face.

  He caught his lower lip between his teeth as I palmed the side of his cock with my hand and licked my way from root to tip—and that, oh, that part I didn’t mind at all. He was clean, tasted like skin and man, and the way he shuddered all over, the way his cock twitched in my hand, under my tongue? Oh yeah. I liked that. The gagging I didn’t like, but licking him? Mmmmm. Yeah. So I did it again, licked, and then licked more, and then just kept licking, one side, the other, the tip, and his big heavy taut balls.

  “Fucking hell, Temple,” he growled. “The way you use your tongue…”

  “Yeah?”

  “Fuck yeah. It’s hot as hell.”

  I swirled my tongue around the head, then licked up the shaft. “Like that?”

  “Ohhh…fuck. Fuck yeah. Just like that.”

  He liked it, but I wasn’t sure he’d come like that. And I wanted to get to the part where he licked my pussy. Call me selfish, but that was my goal from the beginning. I’d blow him in exchange for a nice long session with his gorgeous face between my thighs.

  I needed him to come. But what did I do when he came? Did I swallow? I sure as hell wasn’t taking it on my face or my tits, especially since we weren’t at my house for easy clean up. At my place or his, after we’d fucked a few times, maybe. But here? Now? Hell no. I’d have to swallow, I realized, since it was by far the cleanest and most efficient way of dealing with cum.

  First, though, I had to get him there.

  Hell—I’ll just ask, I decided.

  “What do you like, Duke?” I looked up at him, and then licked his plump, broad, soft head. “Tell me how to make you come really, really hard.”

  He narrowed his eyes and stared down at me. “Use your hands and mouth at the same time.”

  I wrapped my fist around his cock at the base and stroked him lightly, and then put my mouth around the head. Bobbed shallowly while pumping my fist around the base.

  “Like that?” I asked, glancing up at him.

  “Fuck. Yeah, Fancy. Just like that.”

  So I kept doing that. Short, quick strokes around the base, my fist touching my mouth as I plunged him into my mouth. He groaned, and his hands went to my shoulders. He clutched me briefly, and then his fingers drifted up to the back of my neck, brushing against my nape. If he grabbed my head and started shoving me onto his cock, this would be over before it really started because I don’t play that game—but I didn’t say that. I just kept doing what he said he liked, using my hands and my mouth. Twist my fist around him and bob my mouth on his cock, faster and faster. This was nice, too. Didn’t have to try to avoid gagging, but still got to taste his cock and feel him in my hand.